"My dad saves all sorts of people. I saved his life you know. But then he left. He thinks I'm dead." She shook her head and moved away from the wall continuing to walk. It wasn't far, that's what the girl said. She could made it. She wasn't some weak little thing that needed to be dragged around by someone else. She could hold her own.
"I can make it. I can." She kept repeating it to herself maybe her body would start believing it. She hoped they were close though. The fog in her eyes was making it very hard to see. "I could use a bit of a nap. Then maybe a shower and something to eat." She looked over at Sally and gave her a soft smile.